30 September, 2009

That's One Expensive Diet Coke

When my friend Shelly popped in on Friday I asked her to accompany me to the bottom of our street so that I could get my daily mid-afternoon Diet Coke fix. Cokes in hand, we meandered further down Wisconsin Ave...

First stop was Vineyard Vines where I immediately latched on to the Galley sweatpants. I behaved myself and left empty handed but, those sweats are as good as mine...

Next stop, the always dangerous Ralph Lauren...

I found what would be my off season replacement of the recently retired CKB Tenley...

The Livia Tux Shirt would be perfect under just about every cashmere sweater I own. (and,speaking of cashmere...there was a black cashmere cable knit cardi wrap number that stopped me dead in my tracks. The price of which would stop Babe dead in his tracks)...

Of course, if I got the blouse I'd justhave to get these bull dog cuff links I've been mentally saving for just such a shirting occassion...

We eventually wrapped up our Diet Coke run with a swing by Sherman Pickey where I left with a verbal "save the date" from owner Ethan Drath for a private party to benefit the Lab School. A privateparty where there will be tables set up for shopping. I returned home having only spent $1.49 for my drink but, the potential for damage made that one pricey Diet Coke run...

Kindness of Shelly Darling who will never be allowed down Wisconsin Ave with me again once her hubby Chris reads this...

10 comments:

Love it. Though I have to admit, one of my first thoughts was "every action has an equal and opposite reaction." In my own case, being sooo good while shopping often leads to being sooo bad down the road!

Moi

I am a tongue-in-cheek bon vivant living in Greenwich, CT with my globe trotting husband Babe and our nutty Himalayans, George and Lolly Rockefeller.
Rendezvous with me, an old school prep, as I juggle aspirations of being on the "Best Dressed Parisienne Gypset List", endless summering, Hermès wish lists, Diet Coke and pretzel lunches, white bikinis, PTH's, sisters, nieces, bff's, all things Lilly, Mrs. Roper and the resurrection of the Jacques Cohen espadrille.